You prepare a table in the presence of my enemies

A table. 

To pause

To refuel

To relax

To commune

A symbol of peace

In the presence of my enemies

My enemies may not sit down

But I choose to

You pull out a seat

And I flop into it

Stay next to me

Help me breathe

Nourish me

So I can rejoin the battle.

 

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